Haw said, “Sometimes, Hem, things change and they are never the same again. This looks like one of those times, That's life! Life moves on. And so should we.”
Haw looked at his emaciated companion and tried to talk sense to him, but Hem's fear had turned into anger and he wouldn't listen.
Haw became more anxious and wondered if he really wanted to go out into the maze. He wrote a saying on the wall ahead of him and stared at it for some time:
What Would You Do If You Weren't Afraid? He thought about it.
Haw smiled a weak smile as he thought, “Better late than never.”
Haw thought he was past his fear, but he was afraid more often than he liked to admit, even to himself. He wasn't always sure what he was afraid of, but, in his weakened condition, he knew he was simply fearful of going on alone. Haw didn't know it, but he was running behind because he was still weighed down by fearful beliefs.
